“I don’t understand.”
“The checks are there.”
She smiled.
“And the interest.”
I looked through the pages.
Every check I’d given her had been deposited into a special savings account.
An account under my name.
Not hers.
Mine.
I couldn’t speak.
For an entire year she had secretly saved every dollar.
Not for herself.
For me.
The realization hit like a wave.
All this time I thought I was taking care of her.
She had been taking care of me.
